so, rain or shine, we braved the roads. from Tangier, the road started morphing from brown to green plains... and later, brown sand, and later still, greeneries again. the view is breathtaking! i've been wishing to see greens the past days! i even saw herds of sheep, cows and goats along the way! the road was good going to and from the different cities, which is much needed with agriculture being one of their primary industries.
finally, we were greeted by two towers which means we are by the Tetoan land already. here we are! i saw again a medina and kasbah. the guide asked us if we want to go there. we said no, just let us walk thru the cobble-stone roads and feel the culture of the place. so we hopped on and off from one place to another, with the grand taxi following us. it was drizzling, and most people were looking for covered places, as opposed to us, who were posing for pics in the middle of the road!!!
i liked the mix of detailed moroccan designs with the soft spanish flare. the community speaks of ages of existence, and i guess that is where the magic is-- the untouched culture. many of the folks speak more of spanish, than french. it looks like a serene little town that is oblivious to the modern world just a few hours away. i was wondering maybe it would be nice to get lost there... i'd just have to polish my spanish, french and arabic! we'll see...
